روايات وقصص ضمن The Spurned Mate

It felt like our bond, once unbreakable, had been severed, and I was left standing on the precipice of an abyss. Ana, her eyes filled with both concern and sorrow, stepped forward. "Liam, it's the truth," she implored gently. "This is Bloom, your mate. She's been here all along, even when you thought she was gone." Liam's gaze turned back to me, and I could see the conflict warring in his eyes. "My mate?" he murmured, almost to himself. "But I thought... I thought she..." He didn't finish the sentence, but the unspoken words hung heavily in the air. He thought I was gone – perhaps dead – or maybe he believed that he had lost me forever, and the mere mention of my name had awakened a maelstro

Growling. "Are you crazy Edward, you could have killed a pack member!" Jamal shouted, coming to inspect me. "She hurt my mate, her Luna" He roared and everything in the room quietened. What did he mean by that? I felt like my whole world came to an end "Your mate?" Breathed Jamal, shocked. "Caliana is your mate?" I cried through my pain. It can't, a woman took him from me once and I wasn't going to let history repeat itself. Is she his real mate or a chosen one like before? I thought before darkness enveloped me.

She almost tugged on her hair "It was you who pushed me to him, you made me mate with him. I wanted you, but you sent me away to him." "You remember that if two people that were not mated became lovers, it would be an issue later when they found their mates" I reminded her of what she was obviously forgetting. "My mother had married someone that wasn't her mate because she claimed to love him. He eventually found his mate and betrayed my mother for her. Paula I'm never going to make that mistake, I'll never make that mistake".

Her doctor had suggested that she need hope to live, and that’s why his father wanted a good suitor for her. I walked inside the room and found her sitting on a couch. There was a single sofa opposite the couch, and I sit on there. But her face didn’t have any expression. So I started the conversation. “Do you agree to be my mate?” I asked, and she didn’t reply. “I won’t agree before you say yes,” I said again, noticing her sitting there silently. “Alpha Damien, I have lost my mate. Now I have no hope of living. If you want to take me as your chosen I don’t have any say. But I can never give you that what you would want from your Mate.” She said, and that gave me relief.

he replied, his voice carrying a weight that only honesty could convey, "transcends appearances and mere resemblances. With you, it's not about what you look like, but about the essence of who you are. Natalia and I had a connection, yes, but it was different—a chapter in a story that has led me here, to this moment, to you." His words were a balm to my uncertainty, a reminder that the mate bond was a canvas of its own, painted by the emotions that were unique to our journey. The connection that blossomed between us wasn't just a mirror of emotions—it was a reflection of the intricate tapestry of experiences and sentiments that we had shared, both past and present. And as our conversation co

A battle was raged—what my body wanted versus me. 'I don't want to feel this... this isn't me.' If only I could make this stop. Just then I froze. I remembered something said long ago. 'The mate bond can also be severed if one party dies.' A devilish idea sparking up like embers in my mind. To get the life I dream of... what if I— I screamed, clutching at my hair. The thought snapped, without ever having the opportunity of breeding. The consequences bestowed on those who held murderous intentions against their mate—torture. It's like something's carving a hole in your heart and setting it aflame at the same time.

Sacrilegious. "Your what?" Caspian wheezed. He wiped a mock tear. "What poor, deluded fool did you trick?" Vivian shook her head. Pitying contempt filled her face. "A fated mate? For you?" She sighed dramatically. "Sweetheart, fate does not work that way for discarded things." "Walk away now, Aurora." Caspian's voice dropped to a venomous whisper. He stepped right in front of me. "Spare this imaginary mate the ultimate humiliation of taking my leavings."

Anna smiled, "Are you saying I'd want to remove his blood? Don't you think… the moon goddess has replaced him? They took him and she returned him-" "W-Weston?" Derrick stuttered in shock. "You were Weston's mate?" "But if you were his mate then why didn't you two just make it official?" Martha jumped in. "The rumours all said you two were mates but why did he reject you?" Weston's mate? If that had been the case, she would have died alongside him in that fire. She couldn’t have been able to survive the madness of emptiness that came with a mate dying. It was always described to be worse than a rejection.

“Someone who meant too much to him. Someone who changed everything.” Kael’s eyes glowed faintly with power. “You had no right.” “You wouldn’t do it,” Rowan said. “You loved her too much. Even after she turned.” Kael’s hands curled into fists. “Don’t speak about her.” “But she was dangerous,” Rowan said. “You know she would have killed you. Killed us all.” I gasped softly. “Are you saying... he had a mate before me?” Kael didn’t answer. Rowan did.

I had no right to be happy, I had just lost my dad, my friend, raven was left in a critical condition, two men who weren't my mate were already lusting after me and worse of all, it seemed like my said mate had no interest in me. Well it didn't matter because I didn't have any interest in him. I couldn't deny the fact that he was handsome, nor could I deny the fact that he gave me a little time to spend with my dear friend. But all those didn't catch my fancy towards him. I had always imagined myself meeting my mate in a more romantic scene. Where we both went for a forest run and our scent called out to each other. Where we would see each other and tell Mate, taking in our scent like our li